My relationship with exercise has always been tumultuous. It took me many years to finally realise that I should not be regularly exercising for an end result, and rather just incorporating it into my life to just have fun and feel better. About the same amount of years it took me to realise not everyone has the right to give me advice about my health and losing weight just because I’m fat.
Since then I have been on this fitness journey that’s mostly just baby steps, but I’m still counting that as progress. Due to lock down measures here that have me working from home my physical activity level has significantly decreased. And because I now have time saved from commuting, I decided to jog in the mornings before work at a park near home (allowed during lockdown).
Exercise and the universe have always liked to toy with me. You see in this jogging route I take, there is one clear stretch that is about 1.6 km. In American that is 1 mile. Now you may have heard of the 10 minute mile. Not crazy, fairly doable for a person of average fitness. I am however not of average fitness. I am low fitness so when I started timing myself I was taking about 13 mins for this stretch. I made it a goal to get to 10 mins by a certain day. I did manage to shave of about a min and make it 12 mins give or take, at a comfortable pace. Finally that day arrived, I had a game plan, start with the 1.6 km part of the route and give it my all, no breaks, no excuses.
And so ran, I ran as fast as I could, like a serial killer was chasing me and I had to get away. I didn’t let myself stop or slow down, in my head I was like “run fatty run, you are going to finish this or literally die trying”. I completed the mile, felt good and quicker than usual, Usain Bolt had nothing on me. As I was catching my breath, I pulled out my phone (no other measure of time) to check my timing. 11 mins 45 seconds. My absolute, empty tank, everything I had, for 15 seconds. Which I could have achieved anyway at my usual pace. I know it doesn’t make sense but that’s how my life is.
That’s the summary of my dynamic when it comes to exercise and the universe. You know which dynamic rarely fails me? Cake. The me, cake and eating it dynamic. I should stick to cake, but these days I’m more loyal to exercise. Who am I?